Jonah assured me that a chicken sexer had come out and that I was, for sure, getting a girl. Bupbowwwww.

Fast forward six months to where it starts trying to hump my hens, stands a foot and a half tall, has laid no eggs and recently has crowed from 6am until 2pm.

The good news, Jonah and myself had agreed that being male (for Malteser) did not warrant execution. So I rolled up to a pleasant place in the hills, and he has his freedom. That may last only one night or he may live longer than me. But he's free now.

About Me

Quantitative market researcher with an eye on the bigger picture and a skydive habit to support. I've come to realise I will always be "of Adelaide" - family and business - although I travel out for the odd sortie.
Onetime, sometime lecturer in marketing, and often trying to look beyond the obvious.
What I say/think here are not the opinions of anyone but me.